Kicking up a warped wave, the motorcycle races
I pick you up, still drowsy, and we hurry off just a little
to the place the moonlight summons us to.

The bitching and moaning and sighs, fly off in the wind
as we head for the easy curve going 500R
singing loudly that happy song.

All those problems that haunt us now,
let's trust ourselves to the flow of time,
I'm pretty sure there's a goalline somewhere along this road.
I bring that vision with me.

Can't put it in reverse, and no car stereo, the motorcycle races along
Just your warmth, and that gentle heat
holding close to my back.

What is that dream you cried while having trying to tell you?
A shimmering monochrome rainbow in a sky full of crows.
A zoo where no one is smiling.

In the sweaty season, you gave me a glimpse of your passion
the kiss witnessed by the stray dog behind the family restaurant.
Wetting the hem of your skirt romping with me, at that beach house.
I bring those scenes with me.

The streetlights show me a future two seconds ahead, the motorcycle races
to a pleasure of passing the darkness laid out in even intervals
Speed up a little more,
racing on to the next future.